blackbird online journal spring 2002 vol.1 no. 1



Black Light (II)

He thought almost everything in the Sixties
Looked better under black light

Certainly his shitty room with its posters
Announcing the bending of consciousness almost

Beyond consciousness & the many deities
Of rock 'n' roll & he'd sit on the mattress

Stretched across the bare floor & roll her a joint
While pointing out the Tibetan prayer flags

Hung across the alley in his neighbor's window
& the violet dark of the room gave his nakedness

The kind of greenish pallor he'd desired
All of his life as if he were a creature

Who'd already passed to the other side & was just
Back briefly for this one short hour to receive

Her swift & uncomplicated love  

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